mindfulness

Winged Hearts

When I was a little girl, I used to sit in the playground and collect gravel pebbles, twigs and wingnuts. There was something so alluring about collecting objects from nature- things that people wouldn’t even look at twice. But for me, finding a sparkling pink pebble was like discovering gold. I kept my pebbles inContinue reading “Winged Hearts”

Home

Home. A place I thought I could point to on a map. A place I thought I left my heart in. But the reality is, what is home? It’s a fiction. When I was stuck for an extra week in Kenya, home was my temporary room in my aunt and uncle’s house. Now that I’mContinue reading “Home”